fire away at each other.
Daytonas in the groove.
Both men distancing themselves
from the table now.
Theres a high elevation lob.
Tremendous accuracy.
And a smash by Manslaughter.
And Randy Daytona
makes the save.
One more smash!
And now Daytona goes back.
Farther back!
Back!
And the crowd rises
in anticipation!
He stretches.
Look out!
Shit!
Randy? Randy? You okay?
Randy? Randy?
Randy Daytona,
una
LOST IN SPACE
by
Akiva Goldsman
CHAPTER 1: Earth 2058
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FADE IN ON:
EXT.-SPACE
PULL BACK slowly as MARS fills THE FRAME, a sphere of red desert and fast rushing crimson clouds.
A triangular CARGO SHIP descends from the dark of space.
PILOT (OVER)
Mars mining base, this is Grissom One,
Request final descent vector.
REVERSE ANGLE
EXT.-MARS
A row of giant red mountains and b
beacon
and lies run vainly for the shadows.
Bravo, Lady Chiltern!
Do I detect in your conversation
a lyricism...
.. not uncommon in your husbands
excellent speeches?
If you are suggesting that my position
owes anything to my wife,...
.. you are mistaken.
It owes everything to my wife.
I demand that you make it known!
Without her, I am entirely unexceptional.
And without her love,...
.. Im nothing
fire burning on the shore.
Strong enough to penetrate
the swirling mist.
They steered a course toward the light.
But it was a campfire, like this one.
The ship crashed against the rocks.
The hull sheared in two.
The mast snapped like a twig.
And the wreckage sank
with all the men aboard.
At the bottom of the sea
lay the Elizabeth Dane with her crew,
their lungs filled with saltwater,
their eyes o
fire, theres smoke.
Where theres smoke,
theres Joe Gunn.
He hates bad guys.
Gunn, Im gonna kill ya.
He loves bad girls.
Joe, you gotta help me!
This time, hes tracking
a killer halfway around the globe.
He cant be stopped.
Hang on! Im coming.
And he never quits.
Joe, why dont you quit?
Thesell kill you.
You kill me, baby.
I want him found.
I want him stopped.
I want him dead.
Gee, its great to be
Fire away, Chief Holland.
I know its been a long day...
and I know those chairs arent well-padded...
so I promise to be quick.
You OK?
Three weeks in SlS...
and youve made your first kill.
Would you say youve proven yourself?
Respectfully, sir...
I think the shooting board has to decide that.
Do you think it couldve been avoided?
No, sir, I dont.
It says here that you and your partner
fires
youll be taking about Gs.
Without a tank, the force
would liquefy your skeleton.
Ive seen the effect on mice.
Claustrophobic?
Very.
Billy.
Im so alone.
Hello?
Is anyone there?
Billy?
Im so cold.
Claire.
Im waiting.
Youre all right. Breathe. DJ!
OK, Dr Weir.
Lets get you up. Come on.
Im fine!
OK. There you go.
Move nice and slow. Youve been
in stasis for days.
Youre a little disorientated.
U
fire.
MALCOLM (contd)
You motherfucker. Youre killing me. Im
burning up. My damn head is on fire.
He nearly leaps out of the chair, but the barber restrains him.
Shorty, utterly unmoved by the outburst, continues working the
congolene into his hair.
Malcolm breaks out of the chair wildly. But the three men drag him to a
basin where Shorty has attached the shower spray. His cries filling the
Fire drill, maam.
Women and humans first.
Stop them, you fools! Hes one of them!
Come, this way!
I dont know who you are, sir,
but I demand that you put me down!
Put me down!
Ill bite it off!
Ill cut it off!
Always losing his head over women.
Ill have every ship in the Galaxy
after your filthy hides!
- They already are.
- Put me down, you stupid fellow!
Alarm from the freighter Metterak, sir.
The
1. Review of “The Great Transformation”
Karl Polanyi(1886-1954)
An Austro-Hungarian political economist
He tried to deal with the social and political upheavals that took place in England during the rise of the market economy.
The great transformation:
“The political and economic origins of our time”
Originally Published in 1944 and reprinted in 1957 by Beacon in Boston.
Polany